GHML – Chapter 31.4: “You Want A Divorce?” (4)
Shang Jing: “A love line?”
He Jiang nodded. It was a ‘love line’ he did not wish to review a second time.
But the ‘love line’ they had in mind was different.
Shang Jing: “Is it because there’s a kissing scene?”
He Jiang chuckled, “Are you jealous?”
Shang Jing: “Just tell me whether there is or there isn’t.”
He Jiang: “There isn’t. With my superb acting, there’s no need to kiss to express the necessary emotions.”
In reality, in all the films He Jiang acted in, all love lines did not contain any build-up or development except for 《Our Life》.
And there indeed was a kiss scene stipulated in the script. But considering he had not even held his own boyfriend’s hand before and that Shang Jing would be jealous when he saw it, he had forced the director to omit that scene.
And what could the director do? Being the one who urged He Jiang into a relationship, he had to bear the consequences.
Shang Jing placed the disk back onto the shelf pettily. He would not watch it even if there were not any kissing scenes.
Finally, he picked out a classic film He Jiang used to study. “Let’s watch this.”
Naturally, having watched the film more than ten times, it was hard for He Jiang to enjoy the film from a cinematic viewpoint. Instead, it brought back some memories of the past and pushed him to have a drink too many, refilling the glass whenever it was empty.
By the midpoint of the movie, Shang Jing was already passed out on He Jiang’s shoulder.
Nudging him, He Jiang teased, “You’re already drunk?”
Shang Jing rubbed his face against He Jiang’s arm, mumbling, “I’m not drunk, I’m just sleepy.”
He Jiang asked, “Not drunk? Then can you still recognize your hubby?”
Shang Jing’s eyes glazed over for a moment before raising his head to look at He Jiang. “He Jiang? Hubby?”
He Jiang smiled happily. “Mm?”
Shang Jing slurred, “How much will I get if I divorce you?”
He had seen the cash flow report of the studio. The sky-high figures were shocking to a poor man like him.
He could not believe half of that figure could be considered assets obtained during their marriage.
He Jiang was stunned. In a suppressed voice, he asked, “You want a divorce?”
Shang Jing nodded.
He was in desperate need of money to repurchase his father’s house.
Shang Jing’s reply was like a bucket of ice cold water poured over He Jiang, chilling him to the bone.
If he did not get Shang Jing drunk today, he would still be swimming in the bliss of a fake marriage, unable to escape.
What a joke.
Even after losing his memories and mistaking them to be a married couple, Shang Jing was still thinking about getting a divorce instead of working things through with him. How could a person suffering from amnesia be more awake than him?
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What a birthday gift this was.
Shang Jing: “Why are you not answering me?”
He Jiang looked at him coldly and grabbed his chin. In a threatening tone, he asked, “Thinking of filing for divorce?”
“You will not get a single cent from me!”
That was brutal, not even a single cent…
The word ‘Douchebag’ slipped out from Shang Jing’s mouth subconsciously as he willed himself to get up and reason with him. However, the influence of alcohol was too strong. In just two blinks, he was passed out on the sofa, his breathing deep and even.
He Jiang pushed the drunk Shang Jing away. His heart was in pieces. He needed to get away from this place fast.
But the view of Shang Jing snoring away on the sofa in his peripheral vision stopped him. He paced around the room in frustration and in a moment of resignation, carried him back to his room and tucked him into bed.
When he left the room, he caught sight of the rubbish bin in the living room. It was full. He Jiang subconsciously bent down to pick up the trash bag. However, as he did so…
What am I doing? Emptying the trash before running away from home?
He kicked the rubbish bin out of anger, causing it to topple over and roll around. Out fell a few takeaway boxes.
He Jiang glanced at the items that fell out of the bin and was instantly drawn to a receipt stapled on the takeout plastic bag.
Black bean sauce noodles, fried chicken wings… Total: 70 yuan, delivery fee: 18 yuan.
That’s cheap.
That’s way too cheap!
Couldn’t he at least treat me to a meal that’s more than 3 digits?!
He intends to get a large slice of my assets and couldn’t even spend 100 yuan on me?!
Shang Jing is not the dummy who was swindled by an internet sensation. I am the dummy, the dummy who couldn’t learn from his mistakes!
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“Let’s meet for some drinks, get Cen Feinuo too.”
Yang Yue had just woken up when He Jiang’s phone call came. Failing to hear the negativity in his tone, he asked in a puzzled tone, “Didn’t you tell us not to ask you out on your birthday this year? Aren’t you having candlelit breakfast, lunch, and dinner with your boyfriend?”
With a dark expression, He Jiang growled, “You can ask me out now.”
…
Shang Jing woke up two hours later to find the house empty.
He dialed He Jiang’s number on his phone. It was off and the call was rejected.
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“Who does he think he is? Didn’t he say he has freed up his schedule for the entire day?”
Shang Jing climbed up the stairs to the piano room on the third floor. In the middle of the room was the three-tier cake he had painstakingly carried up earlier in the day.
His mood plummeted.
“We haven’t even touched the cake.”
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